I spent last weekend editing Doesn’t Take a Crystal Ball and A Psychic Couldn’t See It. I read and read and read until I thought my eyeballs would fall out.
The books still aren’t where I’d like them to be, and I’m sure there are a few embarrassing typos in each one, but they’ll have to do. For my sanity, I can’t read them one more time.
The minute I finished the books, I sent them off to a formatter so I can put the new versions online.
Once my obsessive editing was done, I discovered I have a new dream: I really want to live in a log home.
I admit that’s an odd dream. I’m not sure where it came from. Then again, I don’t know where the writing dream came from.
That desire to own a log cabin is strong. I’m already mentally decorating it.
Owning a log home is not always going to be just a dream. I’ve decided that I am going to buy one. I don’t know when or how, but I’m going to do it. I don’t see myself settling for anything else.
There’s a slight problem with the plan. I also want to live on the beach. You don’t see many log cabins on the beach.
I guess that means I’ll have to buy a beach home and a log cabin. If I’m going to dream, might as well dream big!
Before you guys know it, you’ll be reading my post about the amazing new log house I bought!
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